How long have I neglected this journal?

I dunno. But damn, are there a lot of things on my mind. Yesterday something was brought to my attention. Someone I thought was my friend told me that someone that I love is possibly lying to me. This "friend" was fully aware that I was involved with my loved one. I don't feel mad, per se...

I don't know what to feel. I mean...am I setting myself up for hurt? Or am I listening to the ramblings of a sad, jealous person?

OK, just in case you're reading this and confused...I'm in a long distance relationship. I still haven't met him in person.

This is killing me. I want to be there. I want to hold him, but I also want to know...is there anything else he wants to tell me?
I wish I could just sort this out right now. I've invested a lot into this relationship. A lot of time, a lot of emotion, a lot of effort. But this isn't just an investment. This has gotten pretty serious, and if it gets screwed up right now, I don't know what I'd do. I just wish I could hop on the next plane over there.

UGH. I feel so betrayed. This girl was supposed to be my friend. She's ENGAGED, for crying out loud! She KNEW me and him were together. I frickin' TOLD her. And for her to supposedly say that he said he loved her and they talked romantically....UGH. I just don't understand. I'M the one who's going to need the loony bin now.

I haven't posted here in a while! Sheesh.

Well, a helluva lot's gone on since then but I dun wanna rewrite it because it's all on Myspace.

However, I need to break this curse on my journal by posting the very anticipated Jello blog.

Those who are unfamiliar, the jello blog is set to that shoe song by that Kelly girl.

 
Nutrias are from the Kidd Kraddick radio show. Don't ask.

I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday!
The soreness!
The pain!
GAAAAHH! It feels like someone put an artichoke to my gums!

OMG this pic was so scary!

A Ragetti and Pintel story. Ragetti has a first name, it's A-d-r-i-a-n-o. Ragetti has a last name it's....Ragetti. Pintel's just Pintel. And there's Conchetta Ragetti (aka Chetta), the sister! If you didn't know, Pintel is Ragetti's uncle. And Ragetti sounds italian to me so they're gonna be half-italian lol. Just for kicks.
Artichoke stabbings that cause eyes to fall out!

OMG, this is freaky. That IDIOT that killed James Norrington has come back to life! It's an evil zombie and now he's taken another life. After mourning the death of James Norrington, I got a few oreo's from the pantry. It was so freaky. There I was with the oreos and he's sitting RIGHT THERE staring at them. ANd the straw I had stabbed him with was still there, so that was really gross. To make matters worse, he was sitting on Norrington's grave! The heartless IDIOT! I tried to ignore him and started giving the Oreos names like nothing was wrong. Then it happened. My grip accidently loosened on Cutler Beckett and the evil zombie was there to claim him! I tried to kill the idiot like before, but it was no use, since he already expired. I disposed of him anyway.

Cutler was too young to die. I blame his death on myself. I should have protected him more.

RIP for both James Norrington the graham cracker and Cutler Beckett the Oreo. They will never be forgotten.

It is the eve of my 18th birthday and I find myself sitting here being extremely pissed off. First off, today all I did was do laundry. I might as well be the mom from Hairspray, because that's what she did! Laundry doesn't even do anything! It just sits there, yadda yadda yadda. Even though laundry sucks, that is not the reason I'm so pissed off.

I'm hungry. I go to the fridge. Get a glass of milk and some graham crackers. There's three graham crackers left in the bag. I think "Wee! I get the last of the graham crackers!" So I sit down, dip a graham cracker in the glass of milk, and eat it. It's delicious. Cinnamon-y and Milk-y. Wonderful. I repeat the process two more times and all is well. However, when I try a third time, what happens? The dang thing steals the graham cracker! THE LAST GRAHAM CRACKER! The idiot! It was gone forever and I was still hungry, so guess what? I STABBED IT WITH A STRAW! YES YOU READ IT RIGHT! I STABBED THE DARNED IDIOT FOR WHAT HE HAD DONE! And you know what? I tell you how I disposed of it. I slurped it all up and the graham cracker was still there, but it wasn't Cinnamon-y! The stupid Milk stole my last graham cracker! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

My mom says to just get a cookie, but that's not the same. It will never be the same. And I can't say that I'm sorry for what I did, because I'm not.
I named the poor graham cracker after James Norrington so that he wouldn't be another nameless death statistic. My icon is in loving memory of that last graham cracker. RIP James Norrington.

So. My birthday is on the 10th. Friday. The big 18. Diez y ocho. Finally Legal. If it means anything.
I don't expect it to be anything big. I haven't had a big birthday since I was still playing with dolls. So that would be around 9 or 10. It's mostly just "Happy Birthday" greetings, cards, and a chance to dine at the restaurant at choice. And on Sunday I get to actually do something summery. My first ever trip to Seaworld in one year.
I should go prancing about the hilltops rejoicing in relief.
But I don't live near any hills, so I won't.
I am looking forward to going.
I am SO BORED right now. I feel like crap and I can't go anywhere because my parents parked my vehicle in the garage so RIDICULOUSLY close to the wall that it would be virtually impossible for me to move it without injuring the wall, the vehicle, or both. I bet they plan this ahead of time.
Now I will succumb to my boredom by going on the exercise machines upstairs and watching old reruns of various cable shows.

Out of a stroke of boredom yesterday, I made these Pirates of the caribbean icons to amuse me a lil bit more.



So that's what I accomplished yesterday between household chores, reading fics and posting on the forum.

And rocking out to Journey.